Spiritual Reflection

My isolation isn’t total.  I get out, go to the store, sit on the deck and watch people go by.  It isn’t solitary confinement.  It isn’t prison.  But it is different.  I was listening to an old Joni Mitchell song which contains the line “You don’t know what you’ve got till it’s gone.”  Boy is that true!

But what is gone?  Mass?  Not for me.  We are blessed to have our little chapel and celebrate mass every day.  It’s a luxury most Catholics don’t have right now.  And for you that don’t, I pray.  Contact with people?  No, I have that too, but admittedly on a limited basis.   Thank God for the phone and social media.

And what else do I have?  More time! Time to relax, pray, listen to music, make music, read, watch TV, meditate, nap, plan for the future, catch up on anything and everything that needs catching up on.  

So what then am I missing?  Normality!  Everything is different.  Nothing is the same.  So many people are dying, mourning, anxious, stressed out, financially hurt, bitter, frightened, angry, worried.  There is non-stop, unhealthy twenty-four hour news about the virus.  And nothing is certain.  No one knows how it will end.  But this I know.  It is not me for whom I pray mostly for but an increase in faith, hope, optimism, adaptability, love, comfort and joy for those who have it much worse than I do.